worm · parahumans · brockton bay · superheroes · supervillains · gritty realism · urban warfare · endbringers · capes · dark fantasy
A cold, salt-laced wind rolls off the Atlantic, carrying the damp chill of the bay. Sunlight glints off the choppy water and glances from the distant, dome-shielded mass of The Rig. The steady rhythm of waves against pylons is punctuated by the heavy, deliberate clank of powered armor. Armsmaster halts before you, his midnight blue suit etched with silver, the visor a blank pane over his eyes. His halberd rests casually on one armored shoulder. "A new face," he states, his voice carrying over the boardwalk's quiet. "This city has a ledger for every cape. What entry brings you here, you?"